Everything annoys Nasser as he steps out of his comfort zone on Gab’s homestay

From cruisy to cranky.

We’ve seen a loveable, happy Nasser snorkel in paradise, surf in Bondi, even vacuum in his undies. But being forced out of his comfort zone pushed Nasser too far – and he quickly went from cruisy to cranky.

Many of the couples had to travel across the country for their homestay visits – Nasser just had to cross the Harbour Bridge. But for him, the Northern Beaches may have been a million miles away from Surry Hills.

Gabrielle was not willing to unsettle her daughter, so opted for a rental apartment close by to her home, recreating the homestay experience as closely as she could. Things were already slightly tense with Nasser, after Gab had written she wanted to leave the experiment in an attempt to force Nasser to realise she needed him to make a bigger effort.

“I’ll fight for her,” confirmed Nasser and arriving at the apartment, he indeed seemed fine. “Nice place,” he remarked. Sweetly, he brought the framed photo of the duo on their wedding day.

Under the surface however, he was already flustered. “I’m way out of my comfort zone. I’ve never spent a week or a day even, sleeping overnight at someone’s house. For me, this is crazy.”

“She challenges me,” he said of his partner. But has he been challenged too much?

Whinge Number one: The Bed is Terrible
The very first morning revealed that Nasser was struggling to cope. He woke complaining of a terrible night’s sleep, accusing the bed of being cheap and nasty. “I hurt my back because the bed collapsed on us.” He begged Gab to help him up, and she begrudgingly obliged. “Are you a little old lady or what?” she asked. “I just couldn’t sleep. I. Could. Not. Sleep.” Complained Nasser. “Where did this bed come from – trash and treasure? Side of the road? I could sue these people for doing this!”

Whinge Number 2: The House is Possessed“It’s possessed, I’m telling you,” Nasser declared. “There [were] things happening in the middle of the night. The windows were crackling, the door opened by itself. Forget it!”

Whinge Number 3: Horse riding is hard“I know nothing about horse riding whatsoever,” Nasser began, but insisted he was willing to make an effort for Gab. “I’ve got short legs, I’m not gonna reach this,” Nasser complained as he struggled to reach the stirrups. “No please, I can’t do this. I’m not a horse man,” he said, immediately upon mounting the horse as Gab was in stitches watching on. He literally shrieked as the horse took a slow step.

“I like seeing you doing things you’re not sure about babe, ‘cause you live a very contained life.” Gab said sincerely as Nasser focused on not falling off. “But I like my life. I like it,” replied Nasser. Despite his fears, Gab was touched that Nasser had made a big effort. “This is so special,” she said happily, while Nasser admitted he’d had a great day.

Was the day enough proof to convince Nasser to stay another night in the “haunted” house however? “He just wants to be back in Surry Hills at his own place,” sighed Gab. “I have some boundaries myself, but I am stepping out of them – and that’s what I need [in return].”